Date: 2/5/2019
By Fitful
I was a Werewolf but we had tails like lions. The tails were very very long, even in human form we had them, and they cut them off so as to keep us controlled. Long tails made us dangerous. I was an upset teenager living at home in some Antebellum bayu house. I often watched a baby, was it mine? I don't know. But I had lots of people there, adults, keeping me safe but also ignoring me and living their own lives of intrigue. One day I ran away, after finding or stealing some vampire blood. I climbed to the top of a tree and jumped off, killing myself. I did this a lot, jumping off trees but usually I used the weight of the tree to lower me safely to the ground. This time I jumped off deliberately to kill myself. When I was dead my body was different. My skin and muscles felt like soaked sponge cake gone cold. I felt dead. But I didn't care. I wanted to be. I became a vampire Werewolf and they (the local rebellion in the woods) cut off my tail midway, saying it was kinder as those in power would cut it all the way off. It hurt. I hated them for it. At home I searched the house for information regarding a woman who was a witch, although they didn't call her that, they called her something else. I had to find out who she was, she as the source of all this suffering. She was the one hurting us, persecuting us. I searched through so many old antiques and photo. I interrogated and "uncle" of mine who was a nightsider. He eventually helped me out. The woman I was looking for was either this old blonde lady or her daughter. The family kept trying to coddle me, whilst also ignoring me and controlling me. It was annoying. I think I was pregnant, maybe, that's the only reason for their behavior. Or I was a child. Or they didn't like me. I remember searching cupboards while I looked for that photo and I kept finding things I wanted to use in my home, I also kept looking for vegan food. But the entire time my grandmother was having a party and moved all the food into the dining room pantries, little room nooks with open doors and fancy layouts so guest could take what they wanted. She mixed up all the vegan food with the not vegan food so I wasn't sure what I was eating. This disturbed me. I ate this cheesecake bar but I couldn't be sure if it was vegan or not. It was hard to read the package, just the big lettered stuff stood out. It said real cream cheese. After I readthat I felt sick and the bite I had taken felt and tasted like glue in my mouth.